Rolling on through all these moments of mundanity

Realized in all the resplendent lights of our humanity

It seems that as it is above it will be the worse below

For mortality’s tale is one in which all souls must grow

Puzzled in our sonority wafted in from above the trees

We feel ourselves a melody played as gently as the breeze

Some of us wish to be maybe just a head above the rest

But in the end we’re equal before the reaper and face that test

Love holds itself in gentle mercy somewhere above the word

As the spirit is the final law though its precision is demurred

Like lit lanterns suspended carefully over the crystal waters

You and I and all others are always someone’s sons and daughters

In the perfection of all in a land seems like the heavens above

We will one day forget our pains and learn once again to love